Jackson Hatton stepped through the wrought-iron gates of the cemetery, the solemn rows of headstones standing like silent custodians of the past. He moved with purpose, yet each step felt heavy, like he was walking against a relentless tide, a bouquet of flowers at his hands, red roses. She loved roses.The skies above him were a dim canvas, the clouds interwoven so tightly that the sun's efforts to puncture through were in vain, almost mimicking his mood. The sadness that had enveloped him these past few days were hard to penetrate through.It’d been three years since Amelia Sinclair died, three years since he’d lost his best friend. Time had ruthlessly marched on, but the wound in Jackson’s heart had resisted the urge to heal. He wandered amidst the graves until he found hers—a marker that bore her name like a whisper from lips long silenced.“Amelia Sinclair” he said loudly, he had almost forgotten what her name sounded like, the name that once danced on his lips, drawing laughter
“Jackson?” Emily repeated, willing a memory but nothing was forthcoming“Ethan’s my brother” Jackson added and Emily only stared although the shock was evident on her face.“Oh” she said, so simple in fact and looking him over dressed impeccably in a suit. “I mean it should be obvious, but then again it’s not”“I totally get what you mean” Jackson said. “Do you want to take a walk?” He asked her, she was about to respond when she looked him over again.“Aren’t you going somewhere, you’re all dressed up” she said “Oh yea, work but it doesn’t matter. I mean, I have the largest shares, I practically own the company I don’t have to be there all the time” She nodded with a smile, falling in step with Jackson “That’s great, you can stay with me then. It’s been boring these past few days since I left the hospital”“Why so?”“Ethan always has to be at work and it’s exhausting to do anything else” she said, pausing for a while and turning to face Jackson almost immediately “If Ethan’s your b
Emily’s heart went thundering behind her chest, hair tucked behind her ears and a slow blush creeping unto her cheeks but safely hidden behind the large sunglasses she wore, and a scarf around her face as she slid into the passenger seat of Jackson’s car.Jackson had a puzzled look on his face as he studied and she read it immediately“Word on the street is that I’m famous” she answered to his unspoken question “So where are we going?” she strapped her seat belt in place.“Wherever you want to” he said to her “What do you feel like doing?”Emily thought for a moment, purposely causing the wheels to spiral in her head, what did she want to do? No one has ever really asked her that before, her heart melted, she felt seen and by this man she wasn’t really sure how she was involved with him. She had tried so hard to fill his face now with the gaps in her memories but it didn’t fit, it didn’t feel real and Ethan being distant wasn’t helping at all. He had left that morning without even wor
Ethan Hatton felt conflicted, for some reasons he couldn’t fathom why he felt that way but lately memories of Amelia Sinclair have been clouding his head, the trip to Cancun that fateful summer had somehow been the beginning of some sort of ill-fate but he preferred to ignore, push it to the back of his mind and never remember it again, but recent happenings had made it all surface again.Amelia Sinclair.Ethan sat at the counter of an empty bar in Florida while on a business trip, the business was over and he could take the next flight back to New York that evening if he wanted to but he didn’t feel like it, more like he was avoiding home, avoiding Emily and avoiding New York altogether. He couldn’t look Emily in the eyes since the accident, he wondered if it was guilt or some sort of indifference he had festered over time, a nature of his that was bound to rear its ugly head over time. Was he really beginning to fall in love with her or did he just not want Jackson to have her. The
“What happened before my accident?” Emily had a strange look on her face that Jackson couldn’t decipher. When he looked around, they were people staring, pointing bold fingers at them, at some point he could see some cameras pointed at their faces. Quickly, he took her hand, pulling her with him towards where the car was parked.“Come with me” he said softly and he didn’t let go till they were both seated inside the car, nearly breathless.The air was still and silent, as Emily tried to process her thoughts. She faced Jackson, a defiant look on her face “So what happened?”“Ethan and I got into fight over you –”“Why?”Jackson sighed, taking his eyes away from her confused face for a brief moment, he slicked his hair backwards, the sweet smell of his hair gel filling the car suddenly and he sighed“Well, for some reasons, you and I happened to be locked in a room during our company’s banquet ball and whatever we were talking about also happened to be projected to the guest at the ball
It was New Year’s Eve, but maybe if Amelia knew it’d be her last, she’d have gone on a vacation with her family in Dubia instead, she wouldn’t need to throw a New Year’s Eve party which was actually just a sham to have her first kiss with Ethan, what better day than the first day of the year, it meant good luck, it meant the start of something beautiful with her crush, and with the help of her best friend Anita Brown, she was going to throw the best New Year’s eve’s party in the whole of New York City.The frost covered windows of Amelia’s living room fogged up with every exhalation of laughter as she and Anita pored over party plans across the coffee table, a joint in her hand as the smoke trickled up to the ceiling, while Anita took sips of hot cocoa topped with excessive whipped cream.“I think I’ve nailed down the playlist for the dj” Anita said, clicking the pen closed and side – eyeing Amelia.“Why don’t we just let him do his thing, I’m flying him over from LA. I heard he is v
He was wearing a mask, dressed in a suit that for some reason glowed in the darkness Emily found herself. She found herself standing in a vast empty room with sleek tiles, there were no walls or ending to the emptiness in the room, just her and the strange man standing before her. He held out his hands to her, beckoning her towards him and she obeyed, taking one step after the other, in her long flowing gown, she took his hands. His palms were soft against her sweaty ones and he whispered into thin air “Dance with me”She didn’t need to respond because he was already leading her in a dance, his hands fitting in the curve of her waist as he pulled her closer to him, her body touching his. Suddenly, the lights came on, but dim lights that set a certain tone in the room, matching the ethereal music that she had no idea where they came from.“Who are you?” she whispered back, not wanting to disturb the tranquility that transcended around them.“Do you always have to be this curious?” he s
The Hatton family mansion was abuzz with the, aglow with the warm illumination from crystal sconces, their light caressing the rich mahogany panels. The table was set in the grand dining hall, where each piece of porcelain, each silver polished to reflective perfection, promised a gathering steeped in tradition.Mr. Hatton had decided to gather everyone for a long due family dinner tradition, which was merely an excuse to access their personal progress on his companies and in their personal life. Arriving first was Ethan, accompanied by Emily dressed in a light blue flowing gown that swept the floor, perfectly complimenting her bright skin, while he was dressed magnificently in a black glittering suit, together looking like the power couple they pretended to be but weren’t even close. Emily harbored a distant gaze, her mind still adrift on memories she had yet to fully grasp – of laughter, tender whispers, and a pair of warm, searching eyes belonging not to Ethan – she felt conflicted